Golfers Are Crazy

My fiance has been a serious golfer since he was 12 years old. He and his junior high friends rode their bikes - while lugging golf clubs that they'd earned by working on the grounds - to the golf course every summer morning.

He played golf for his high school and his college. He played golf for the Army. (What a sweet deal that was.) He's played with his current golfing buddies for forty years.

He's made four holes-in-one at the public golf course where they play.

This morning it was cold and raining like crazy. He drove to the golf course at 7:00 A.M. There was one other car in the lot. Soon his other two friends arrived and parked on either side. (Yes, all four of them showed up to an empty, rain drenched parking lot.)

What to do....

One guy left but the other three piled into the same car and drove to a course 30 miles south where it "probably" wouldn't be raining.

But it was.

So they drove the 30 miles back to their original golf course. Thank goodness the rain had stopped so they were able to play - and the world as we know it didn't come to an end.


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